tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35098224864478876062012-01-05T17:07:57.056+08:00A Pinay Single Mom&#39;s Attempt to journalling, motherhood &amp; parentingNicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-66805161635389435002011-01-18T11:19:00.000+08:002011-01-18T11:19:37.947+08:002011-01-18T11:19:37.947+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com4I've been MIA on this blog for a while! So, we're back -- meaning I and Gabby -- with some videos we shot over the holidays and some videos I haven't posted yet. Here's one funny video and if you noticed an additional sound, that's me trying to control my laugh. Enjoy! Pardon the poor video and audio quality as this was shot using my E71 (made from China). I am testing my skills with the <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H6Caakiu0JZGLcSds7-tuoMunF0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H6Caakiu0JZGLcSds7-tuoMunF0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H6Caakiu0JZGLcSds7-tuoMunF0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H6Caakiu0JZGLcSds7-tuoMunF0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-58752740354679984582010-12-05T06:27:00.000+08:002010-12-05T06:27:00.093+08:002010-12-05T06:27:00.093+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Gabby had fun trying out head accessories in SM Ayala last Sunday, November 28, that we took the opportunity to look for things that would like to receive as gifts for Christmas. We're sharing it here in the hopes that more astute godparents, aunts, uncles, and grandaparents would take notice and get her any of these. "Good choice!" I said to Gabby when she pointed to this. At least it would <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mCIfuJXt75dFC9jNYoCGHcKoCqc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mCIfuJXt75dFC9jNYoCGHcKoCqc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mCIfuJXt75dFC9jNYoCGHcKoCqc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mCIfuJXt75dFC9jNYoCGHcKoCqc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-44936456206344519062010-12-02T17:55:00.001+08:002010-12-02T17:55:43.576+08:002010-12-02T17:55:43.576+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Last night was the start of Pamaskong Handong in San Pedro, Laguna and Gabby and I were there to witness it She had dinner at Jollibee and I took some pictures of her while we were there.  I just love taking pictures of her when she's in a good mood because it's easier to get her to play for the camera. She had the garlic beef meal from Jollibee. She wrote something on the table napkin. Her <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CasaDhwCyX474fkoFBqsbKEQr2I/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CasaDhwCyX474fkoFBqsbKEQr2I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CasaDhwCyX474fkoFBqsbKEQr2I/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CasaDhwCyX474fkoFBqsbKEQr2I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-71376656149014192032010-11-29T20:39:00.001+08:002010-11-29T20:41:57.133+08:002010-11-29T20:41:57.133+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Sunday afternoon Gabby and I did some Window shopping at SM Ayala. We took pictures of the things she wants for Christmas and had a bit of fun trying out different headbands and hats. She was a game for the pretty ones but was totally uncooperative with the funny head accessories. It seems I have yet to teach my daughter the art of making fun of one's self. This white headband is the one she <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x2S_xtbQUlEzO-cXY-pb1kiqH-I/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x2S_xtbQUlEzO-cXY-pb1kiqH-I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x2S_xtbQUlEzO-cXY-pb1kiqH-I/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x2S_xtbQUlEzO-cXY-pb1kiqH-I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-31017956045567594222010-11-28T13:32:00.000+08:002010-11-28T13:32:00.531+08:002010-11-28T13:32:00.531+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0SM Muntinlupa has decked the halls with Yuletide carols... err not really carols but your usual Christmas wreaths. There are penguins in strategic areas of the mall for shutter bugs. I took some pictures of Gabby. Gabby tries to wink like this penguin in here. Gabby sits on this luxurious red couch. It looks big with only her on it but if you're with your family or friends, this would look <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tRTu9R5wy4-VznAuM8ce7XQubdY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tRTu9R5wy4-VznAuM8ce7XQubdY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tRTu9R5wy4-VznAuM8ce7XQubdY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tRTu9R5wy4-VznAuM8ce7XQubdY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-56967104790109344692010-11-25T13:29:00.002+08:002010-11-25T13:58:22.647+08:002010-11-25T13:58:22.647+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Gabby celebrated her 7th birthday with an intimate set of friends. She had a cupcake party and everyone was went home with their self-decorated cupcakes at the end of the party. I am sharing with you more group pictures from that day. The first girl on the right side is Gabby's godmother, my high school best friend. The leaning line of girls. They all look so serious in this picture. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MFag3TKcJy4yO3_Eyu-bZPLBAdY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MFag3TKcJy4yO3_Eyu-bZPLBAdY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MFag3TKcJy4yO3_Eyu-bZPLBAdY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MFag3TKcJy4yO3_Eyu-bZPLBAdY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-91609598860846753832010-11-24T10:35:00.000+08:002010-11-24T10:35:28.236+08:002010-11-24T10:35:28.236+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0One of the things I love about SM Muntinlupa is that they've got a good line up of activities for children. Last Saturday, they had a kiddie bash for November birthday celebrants. In order to get in to the event, you need to buy two SM Eco Bags worth P35 each on or before the event. The kiddie bash started on time, 5PM. But while waiting for the other participant, food was served. The <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6LQWC1UPfli6_S2oFlPV_f949js/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6LQWC1UPfli6_S2oFlPV_f949js/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6LQWC1UPfli6_S2oFlPV_f949js/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6LQWC1UPfli6_S2oFlPV_f949js/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-57135889131764689422010-11-15T17:29:00.001+08:002010-11-15T17:30:47.316+08:002010-11-15T17:30:47.316+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com1Usually, when Gabby comes home from school, she makes this big ruckus of putting her bag in place and announcing to the whole compound that she is home. This afternoon, it was a little different. Though I know she has arrived already (I heard her open the door),  she didn't call out. Instead, I heard her pull a book and plop down the floor. I got up from my table and checked her out. She was <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lxzBEGx-_0xapWH_DBTjWTtWpD4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lxzBEGx-_0xapWH_DBTjWTtWpD4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lxzBEGx-_0xapWH_DBTjWTtWpD4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lxzBEGx-_0xapWH_DBTjWTtWpD4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-24022489054971932032010-11-10T14:53:00.000+08:002010-11-10T14:53:50.884+08:002010-11-10T14:53:50.884+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Last Sunday, November 7, we celebrated gabby's 7th birthday with a very impromptu party. We planned it to be a very simple affair, a cupcake party for kids, and it turned out to be a real children's party complete with games and lots of screaming, happy children. I must admit, since we didn't plan anything at all, except for the cupcake decorations, the kids were bored at the start. So we <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/91JbfAbh8q5ERRMIvwslSkyp6gg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/91JbfAbh8q5ERRMIvwslSkyp6gg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/91JbfAbh8q5ERRMIvwslSkyp6gg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/91JbfAbh8q5ERRMIvwslSkyp6gg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-69471448126840601062010-11-04T08:11:00.002+08:002010-11-04T08:17:02.240+08:002010-11-04T08:17:02.240+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Celebrating Halloween is an American tradition and I am amazed how we've adopted this holiday here in the Philippines. Usually, Gabby participates in trick-or-treat promos in malls but for this year, we've opted to have a roaring Halloween celebration at Zoocobia Fun Zoo at Paradise Ranch in Clark, Pampanga and Zoobic Safari in Subic, Pampanga on October 30 (the day after my birthday). One <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qUkiqUe_RSFMhnbXQkGzdlOsHPU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qUkiqUe_RSFMhnbXQkGzdlOsHPU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qUkiqUe_RSFMhnbXQkGzdlOsHPU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qUkiqUe_RSFMhnbXQkGzdlOsHPU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-88370734964691349932010-10-27T11:48:00.002+08:002010-10-27T12:43:57.890+08:002010-10-27T12:43:57.890+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0One of the things that I teach Gabby is the importance of writing about her experiences. I wouldn't be the blogger I am now if it wasn't for my 2nd Year High School English teacher who literally forced me to sign up for the journalism class so I can be a news writer for the campus. I guess she saw something in me that my I didn't. I am thankful for that.  To help her with her writing, I provide <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZgragRNj9cI5Mb8jLbAosTN5SaI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZgragRNj9cI5Mb8jLbAosTN5SaI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZgragRNj9cI5Mb8jLbAosTN5SaI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZgragRNj9cI5Mb8jLbAosTN5SaI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-74415483287530738132010-10-23T09:24:00.001+08:002010-10-23T09:25:48.894+08:002010-10-23T09:25:48.894+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Last August 24, Gabby joined a sagala here in the new Barangay that we moved into. I just uploaded some of the pictures I have taken that day in my Photobucket account and I thought it would be nice to make a photo essay about it.  Gabby wasn't smiling at the start of the parade. She wanted a very thick makeup and I was against it. I won. They started the parade together but Kim ( <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c_R4R33m0-iI0_T7HcCbkXKSoiQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c_R4R33m0-iI0_T7HcCbkXKSoiQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c_R4R33m0-iI0_T7HcCbkXKSoiQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c_R4R33m0-iI0_T7HcCbkXKSoiQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-42753202845790504992010-10-13T13:31:00.003+08:002010-10-13T18:38:55.536+08:002010-10-13T18:38:55.536+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0One of the dilemmas of being a mother is living your kid behind and treating yourself to a day of pampering and pleasure. This is especially true if you've got a baby or a toddler that's attached to you like an additional body part. You just can't bear to leave your kid for a couple of hours alone with your husband or nanny. You're always worried that something untoward might happen. But <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dfuL8_cSJLaHSm6gyczzamzilck/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dfuL8_cSJLaHSm6gyczzamzilck/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dfuL8_cSJLaHSm6gyczzamzilck/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dfuL8_cSJLaHSm6gyczzamzilck/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-5526128970621519792010-10-12T16:21:00.003+08:002010-10-13T12:21:55.901+08:002010-10-13T12:21:55.901+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0My daughter was a fan of Barney until she was three years old. I bought countless Barney DVDs just so she can watch Barney outside of its regular time slot in cable TV. She was so fond of Barney that my grandmother bought her a life size Barney stuffed toy in Divisoria. Now, my niece is the Barney fan. She inherited Gabby's Barney DVDs and stuffed toys. But her favorite is the small, huggable <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RKV8i9Fq4AqGr5WiIyL4So34jzY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RKV8i9Fq4AqGr5WiIyL4So34jzY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RKV8i9Fq4AqGr5WiIyL4So34jzY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RKV8i9Fq4AqGr5WiIyL4So34jzY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-16259033784846288242010-10-10T22:49:00.000+08:002010-10-10T22:49:39.723+08:002010-10-10T22:49:39.723+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0October 7 was my nephew's first birthday party and I am sharing a video of Gabby participating in a parlor game during the celebrations held October 9 in Shakey's Pacita, San Pedro, Laguna. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MWpaCWaUYCUQCReVEnhNpgHLxSM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MWpaCWaUYCUQCReVEnhNpgHLxSM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MWpaCWaUYCUQCReVEnhNpgHLxSM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MWpaCWaUYCUQCReVEnhNpgHLxSM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-42280833214926952622010-10-10T14:52:00.000+08:002010-10-10T14:52:58.046+08:002010-10-10T14:52:58.046+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Literally, that question translates to Filipino as "Bakit apat?" And this was my daughter's question yesterday after I took my seat next to here in Shakey's Pacita. My nephew, Gage, celebrated his first birthday there and Gabby forcibly volunteered me for a game.This was my answer to the question "How many BFs/GFs did you have?" She was frowning and clearly bothered that I told the people there <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5kY6mglyfTe6cM8sUt-04OzyYoQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5kY6mglyfTe6cM8sUt-04OzyYoQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5kY6mglyfTe6cM8sUt-04OzyYoQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5kY6mglyfTe6cM8sUt-04OzyYoQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-77699584220798158302010-10-05T20:22:00.000+08:002010-10-05T20:22:47.595+08:002010-10-05T20:22:47.595+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0 I love this picture of Gabby. She looks like a small lady here. I caught this picture during Bisolvon's Alagang Supermom event at Martha's Cakes in Serendra. She was really unaware that I was taking her picture using the Nokia E71 camera my brother traded for my old air conditioning system. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DINMRN_u4rZWeF8r8nyIpng9o90/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DINMRN_u4rZWeF8r8nyIpng9o90/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DINMRN_u4rZWeF8r8nyIpng9o90/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DINMRN_u4rZWeF8r8nyIpng9o90/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-25660156831637697382010-09-27T11:43:00.000+08:002010-09-27T11:49:10.446+08:002010-09-27T11:49:10.446+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com1Kids ask the most amusing questions and they don't even know it. A few nights ago, Gabby was asking me whether lawyer means liar. I burst out laughing when I heard the question. I laughed so hard that Gabby looked at me with puzzled exasperation. I couldn't contain my amusement. I texted a friend, a lawyer, about it. He too was amused and asked me how I answered it. I told him I had to control <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jI-AT9-6-bbmrrZRGTyN2EOqcqo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jI-AT9-6-bbmrrZRGTyN2EOqcqo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jI-AT9-6-bbmrrZRGTyN2EOqcqo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jI-AT9-6-bbmrrZRGTyN2EOqcqo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-27940548599077323592010-09-21T03:31:00.000+08:002010-09-21T03:31:53.138+08:002010-09-21T03:31:53.138+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0One of the perks of being a home based virtual assistant is that I get to pay close attention to my daughter's education. And since I enrolled her in a public school this school year, I am doubly attentive to what she's learning. Now, upon getting oriented with the Kumon program, I have decided to become more involved in her education. I have asked a cousin to loan me the books her son used in <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kdokF3weRfDZV9FiRvTDMk5QIS8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kdokF3weRfDZV9FiRvTDMk5QIS8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kdokF3weRfDZV9FiRvTDMk5QIS8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kdokF3weRfDZV9FiRvTDMk5QIS8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-72519137883439840812010-09-20T01:42:00.001+08:002010-09-20T01:43:16.121+08:002010-09-20T01:43:16.121+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com7 Good news to all mom bloggers out there! WP Web Host is giving away free self hosted blogs until Septembe 30, 2010. All you have to do is blog about this contest and link back to this post. Don't forget to insert the banner in your post. You can get the banner here.  Oh.. and you must get 7 comments for your post, trackbacks not included. Then you have to submit your blog post to this <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puWVYj0uArdBcGufGaMSvaPPeW0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puWVYj0uArdBcGufGaMSvaPPeW0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puWVYj0uArdBcGufGaMSvaPPeW0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puWVYj0uArdBcGufGaMSvaPPeW0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-8238655688875581432010-09-13T04:59:00.000+08:002010-10-08T05:00:11.803+08:002010-10-08T05:00:11.803+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Today, we’re celebrating  Grandparents’ Day. My daughter is with my mom, my uncle, and  my grandmother to celebrate the day.  She made them cards out of multipurpose board that we bought from National Bookstore last Friday. I must admit that it’s my daughter who reminded of grandparents’ day. We were on our way to SM Muntinlupa when she reminded me about it. Then she asked me why grown-ups forget <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LsuBWxMeR8qWn15iMGJfv4Di1Ow/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LsuBWxMeR8qWn15iMGJfv4Di1Ow/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LsuBWxMeR8qWn15iMGJfv4Di1Ow/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LsuBWxMeR8qWn15iMGJfv4Di1Ow/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-76419241586868168722010-09-09T20:48:00.000+08:002010-09-09T20:48:40.263+08:002010-09-09T20:48:40.263+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0Several of Gabby's friends have sore eyes. Two of her classmates are missing their classes because of it and one  neighbor of ours, her schoolmate, also has this infection. When we went to the doctor yesterday, a baby also had sore eyes. It's pretty unusual since it's not summer anymore. Hopefully Gabby won't get infected with it. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LexGrl76Eyfp8Y3i0iC44vO28c0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LexGrl76Eyfp8Y3i0iC44vO28c0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LexGrl76Eyfp8Y3i0iC44vO28c0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LexGrl76Eyfp8Y3i0iC44vO28c0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-3335815577584588572010-08-25T22:17:00.001+08:002010-08-25T22:17:36.860+08:002010-08-25T22:17:36.860+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com1 &lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Calibri; mso-font-alt:"Century Gothic"; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t_u4n6XMtDnNKZkxgMsVZ5gnz88/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t_u4n6XMtDnNKZkxgMsVZ5gnz88/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t_u4n6XMtDnNKZkxgMsVZ5gnz88/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t_u4n6XMtDnNKZkxgMsVZ5gnz88/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-29012874772866944442010-08-18T18:27:00.000+08:002010-08-18T18:28:01.743+08:002010-08-18T18:28:01.743+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com0For all fellow mom bloggers out there,  BC Bloggers 4 is now accepting members. This blogger network is good for creating quality backlinks to your blog, which we all know to be important if you want to get a Google Page Ranking.  Just check out the following posts for the full instructions on how to join this blogging network. How to Join BC Bloggers 4 BC Bloggers 4 is Now Accepting Members <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGljEhgZRV2i9Eudb8lUc6vQahc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGljEhgZRV2i9Eudb8lUc6vQahc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGljEhgZRV2i9Eudb8lUc6vQahc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FGljEhgZRV2i9Eudb8lUc6vQahc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509822486447887606.post-34103392756690885022010-08-18T18:22:00.000+08:002010-08-18T18:22:47.390+08:002010-08-18T18:22:47.390+08:00Nicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16459018379617412078noreply@blogger.com1Last weekend my sister, Jeanne of I Am Jeanne, asked Gabby what she would like to receive for her birthday: a Vtech laptop or a cell phone. My daughter unwaveringly asked for a cell phone. She says she wants to be able to call me and her aunts whenever she's at school. Later that night, as I was working in an Internet shop, my daughter texted me: MAMA. She was using my mom's cell phone as she <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8133cs1lZpGb3Oq-5LQRgZQj1bU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8133cs1lZpGb3Oq-5LQRgZQj1bU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8133cs1lZpGb3Oq-5LQRgZQj1bU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8133cs1lZpGb3Oq-5LQRgZQj1bU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>